PeepsPublished by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (2382 reads)
In callow youth my crusty college,
Although it fed me facts in heaps,
Omitted to instill the knowledge
That P-E-P-Y-S spells Peeps.
And as I pride myself my step is
Precise where diction is concerned,
When someone said: "Pray, who is Peppies?"
You may imagine how I squirmed.
Despite the old boy's fornication,
And dashing rakes and demireps,
I like his diurnal relation,
And oftentimes I called him "peps".
Yet I am grieved beyond the telling,
And disillusion o'er me sweeps,
To think, with all that swanky spelling,
Old Sam was simply Mister Peeps.
Well, what care I; for what the hell is
Pronunciation when all's said;
It's my belief the way we spell is
The way a surname should be read,
And so pedantic scorn un heeding,
It's "Peppies" he will be for keeps. . . .
Ah no, old Sam, when you I'm reading
By gosh! I'll never call you PEEPS.
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